“He’s coming. I’m sure the baby’s fine.”

A tall woman enters the room with the doctor. She carries a leg board. “We’ll get this on then take her over to my office for an ultrasound. Alpha, you’ll need to be with her, depending on the baby’s position, the ultrasound may need to be internal,” he says, not making eye contact.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Masen barks.

I understand what he means, so I squeeze Masen’s hand. “It’ll be fine. Help me get ready to go,” I tell him firmly.

He jumps up and takes the board from the woman then pushes it into the doctor’s hands. “Fix it,” he orders.

* * *

Laying on the firm bed, paper crinkles beneath me as I wait for the doctor to enter. Masen cut the pants and panties I was wearing off. The doctor tells him to check for blood. Thankfully, there is none.

I wear one of Masen’s long t-shirts and a paper blanket over my lap. My leg is still bound to the board. I’ll need an X-ray later to determine the damage.

The door opens, and a very pale doctor walks in alone. “Alpha, I’ll need to touch her lower belly with this wand to get a picture of the baby.” He clears his throat. “If I can’t find the baby, I can insert this wand into her vagina to get a closer look.” He holds up another thin stick.

“Not happening,” he growls.

“Do whatever you need, please,” I say and grab Masen’s hand. The doctor doesn’t look sure, but he picks up a bottle of gel and covers the wand. We hear a loud rustling noise followed by silence.

“Can you raise the shirt and lower the blanket?” I do using my free hand, keeping my pubic hair covered. Masen leans over me further, getting closer to the doctor.

More gel is squirted onto my belly, and he places the wand firmly just above the blanket. Moments later, he exhales a loud breath. “There it is.” He sighs in relief. “Let me see if I can find the heartbeat… ah there, we go, a strong one hundred and thirty-six beats.” I’m in awe of the little white dot blinking rapidly.

“Masen, do you see that?” I whisper.

“Yeah, baby, I see him.” His voice is full of emotion.

“Wait, what... ah.”

“What? What’s wrong?” I ask, panicked. Masen rumbles out a warning.

“Nothing’s wrong. I found another heartbeat. You’re having twins!”

Masen whoops in glee. “Super sperm, baby,” and smacks a loud kiss on my mouth that hangs open in shock.

“Twins? Are you sure?”

The doctor finally smiles and looks relaxed. “Yup, I’d say in about thirty-four weeks you’ll be the proud parents of the first set of shifter twins.”

After a quick X-ray, he sends us home with a stiff leg brace and instructions to return Monday morning for a follow up. With the way I’m healing, he suspects I will be fully functional by then. He also asks if I’d be willing to let him do blood work to chart any difference between my blood and a normal female shifter. I agree to give him a sample Monday after the check-up.